The Barbarian Kings and Demon Kings burned for no more than three breaths before turning to ash, while the Great Demon Kings and Great Barbarian Kings writhed and rolled in agony amid the flames, letting out piercing screams.
Amid the sky-filling radiance of the Wolf-Shooting Arrow, another figure was fleeing at tremendous speed.
Lang Chi, the Wolf Race's Emperor, had a shrunken Heaven-Burning Furnace hovering above his head. As he fled, he kept looking back toward Ning'an.
There was little hatred in his eyes, as though the deaths of every Demon Barbarian had nothing to do with him. He merely stared at Fang Yun, a murderous intent flickering in his gaze.
Deep within the distant Barbarian heartland, the sacred sword that had descended from the heavens flew back into the sky. As it passed over Ning'an City, it slew the Lang Lu Incarnation with a single stroke, then vanished.
Awooo...
Half-Sage Lang Lu's furious howl spread across a hundred thousand li and lingered for a long time.
Only after flying a thousand li did the Wolf-Shooting Arrow dissipate. Of the Barbarian army directly north of Ning'an City, everyone except Lang Chi had perished!
The forty-odd strongest Great Barbarian Kings, the three hundred thousand elite soldiers of the Wolf Sage Army, and the tens of millions of Barbarians had died to the last one.
Many people looked in the other directions.
The Barbarians to the east, west, and south had originally been merely retreating. Now their entire front had collapsed into a rout.
The eyes of every Barbarian civilian, Barbarian Soldier, and Barbarian General had burned into black hollows, and they ran about like headless flies.
At first, the kings had protected the ordinary Demon Barbarians as they fled. But after seeing the northern army annihilated, they abandoned over thirty million